Diana is beautiful — anyone with eyes can see that. But the smile on her face, radiant in his eyes, makes her far more beautiful than mere aesthetics would. His own expressions are normally as carefully tempered as his words, but in this moment, he offers her a return smile without reservation.

As the stars clear from his eyes, it becomes necessary to resettle themselves, but he makes no move to excuse himself as he might otherwise have done. It's been an evening of honesty, of sorts, and the honest thing is to take her in his arms, enjoying the sort of closeness that goes beyond mere ardor.